Open mouthed kisses against Fawn's neck quickly turned to something sharper, as Hunter was encouraged on by the sound of his sister whimpering and of the couple fucking dangerously close by. As his teeth ran lightly over her skin, his hand moved up from Fawn's hip, cupping her breast through the soft, yellow dress she wore. He could feel Fawn's hand caressing him, driving him wilder than the fullest moon ever could.
"Ah, ah GOD!"
Hunter's head snapped up, his eyes opening, as the couple down the alley found their climax together, the sound of their cries echoing off of the stone walls. It somehow brought him back to the reality of their situation and Hunter froze in place. What was he doing? Fawn was his sister, his perfect, untouchable sister. No matter what perversions had started to enter his mind over the last year, he had no right to touch her. His stomach lurched.